(M/F, cons, first time)
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual "vanilla" sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
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The youngsters in this story (They are both of legal age) did not use any birth control measures... because they are little more than children and their hormones got in the way of common sense. Obviously, they will behave more responsibly the next time. Of course, we know that all reasonable adults should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid conception and the spread of disease.
Acknowledgements are given to Kenya Miali King.
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Chapter 1
I had never dated much. I was just the proverbial farmer's daughter. I wasn't pretty enough be to a cheerleader and I wasn't smart enough to a class officer, and I wasn't rich enough to wear really nice clothes. I was just a nobody, someone who blended into the wallpaper and was almost invisible. Most days I just went home after school and did my farm chores, spent some time studying, and would spend a little time reading before going to bed early.
When I reached puberty, my reading material changed from Nancy Drew to "romance novels". It always felt good when the handsome, successful businessman would fall in love with a simple girl like me. Once he got to know her, he would love her and they would live happily ever after. But I also began to notice that the romance novels seemed to fall into two categories: one seemed to be for younger readers where the couple would possibly share a chaste kiss, while in the other group of novels, the couple to become much more physical, frequently becoming passionate long before they actually fell in love. Sometimes, they would even make love. But it always seemed to follow that once they had become physical, true love would follow and, although they sometimes had rocky times, they would eventually get married. That always made me tingly.
I sometimes wondered if I would ever fall in love... because you have to get to know a boy before you can fall in love with him... and since I didn't date much, I never had much of a chance to meet boys other than in school.
Finally, during my junior year, I decided that I didn't want to just sit and wait for some boy to notice me and start talking to me, so I made it a point to join groups in the hallways and listen in on the conversations and participate whenever I could. It was difficult because I felt like an outsider, but I stuck to it.
Finally, it paid off! I became aware that Steve was often at my side during these hallway conversations, and he would ask me questions and sometimes we would continue talking even after the group broke apart. Steve was a senior, and was on the Football team, but he never played very much. He asked me to sit in a particular area of the bleachers so he could see me when he came out on the field before the game. Then he would find me, and although he wouldn't wave or anything like that, he smiled at me before he started warming up with the team. After that, I always arrived at the football field early so I could sit in the same seat at every game.
Near the end of the football season, he asked me to go to a movie with him. He picked me up at my home (Daddy insisted on that) and met my parents (Mommy insisted on that), and after a few minutes of conversation, we left for the movie. I had told Mom and Dad that I wouldn't' be late because Steve was in training and had a curfew. We held hands in the movie, and I enjoyed the touch of his hand so much that I didn't pay much attention to the movie. The movie was a long one, and afterwards, we only had time for him to drive me home, where he walked me to the door and we said goodnight. Mom and Dad were up in their bedroom when I got home, and they were pleased (although they tried hard not to show it) that Steve had brought me home when we had said he would.
A couple of weeks later, the football season ended, and Steve and I went to another movie. I told my parents that I would be out later because Steve didn't have a curfew now that the season was over.
The movie this time was shorter, and we went to have some ice cream after the movie. Then we drove home, and we parked in my driveway and talked for a while. And he kissed me. It was wonderful, and it felt good to put my head against his shoulder as we talked some more. Then, Mom turned on the yard light... telling me that I had been parked in the yard long enough, and that I had better get inside. Steve waked me to the door again, and this time we kissed good night.
At the end of our next date, I suggested that Steve not park in our driveway, but rather to pull off the road behind a group of trees that formed a windbreak across from our house. The turnoff to "our place" was hidden from the house by our barn, so that my parents, if they were watching, couldn't see us pull off the road.
Once parked, we kissed. Then we kissed some more. And some more.
